David Harris

The Night Land - Poem by David Harris

In every mind there is a night land where our demons grow. We never see them, only in our nightmares. They are the creatures that scare us so and hide in dark corners at night and grow. They live in the night land between our heaven and hell. Emerging in night's darkness to make us scream and yell. As we close our eyes they emerge from their night land to frighten us in our sleep, to wake us in the middle of the night with perspiration streaming from our brow. It feels like a cold dead hand, shakes our body to make our fears so real. The creatures of our nightmares that live in the night land between our heaven and hell.